It's Time for Rehab

I almost lost myself. But I think I caught myself before it was too late.

What is my addiction you ask? Volunteering. With four kids in four schools playing on four different teams, playing four different instruments, I've found my breaking point.
Initially I'm driven by the desire to belong, get the best for my children, get things done efficiently.

Everything starts easily leading to my strong suit of planning and organization. People are excited by my bullet sheets and projections. But it's a different story as the calendar fills up with tasks. And it usually corresponds with the days getting shorter, holidays and my tired kids demanding more and more of my energy to get them through the day.

So I've put the brakes on. I've quit what I can and taken a leave of absence from those I can't. That leaves me with only hockey to convene until March, PTW fundraising chair until June and TRW treasurer for 2008. I feel so much better not having to leave the house again after supper. I actually played Canasta with my daughter last night.

Like all addicts, I know this is not the end. I'll have to watch my step every day. I'm just itching to organize an event for the dog owners in the neighbourhood.

I might need a 12 step problem to stop me.